I have this fantasy.

It's informed half by Michelle Pfeiffer's cashmere-swaddled character in What Lies Beneath and half by Carrie Bradshaw in the second Sex and the City movie, when she flits around in silk teddies and long strands of pearls, with a dash of every Nora Ephron movie ever thrown in for good measure. Basically, it's a fantasy wherein I live in a big, rambling house full of white furniture and Williams-Sonoma cooking appliances, and spend my days in a light-flooded office typing away on a typewriter (this, from Diane Keaton's character in Something's Gotta Give, I think), but instead of wearing what I'd actually wear in a situation like this, which is the same pair of leggings and the same beat-up shirt from some college I visited but never actually went to every single day, I'm wearing, like, fine knits and such.

For serious, guys: Kendrick has been gone for the past week (he just finished finals and is now home for a solid month, whee), and it was three days before I changed out of my Vassar shirt and hole-y leggings. I'm not even exaggerating. Three days. Same outfit. (I showered once, and put it back on, because I am lazy like a slug.)

One especially fun thing about having a husband in business school: school breaks.

Remember those? They’re AMAZING. You get to sleep in and eat junk and have literally nothing to do except for catch up on House of Cards.

Except when you have kids, and then you don’t really get to do those things. But because Kendrick definitely deserves a little time-out, we’ve been finding ways to make these past few days feel like as much like a for-real vacation as possible: ordering in Chinese and pizza, watching lots of holiday movies, and going on little mini-dates that involve walks through our town and eating sushi at our favorite Dobbs Ferry restaurant.

Click over to The Cut to check out a slideshow of my Boston adventures: what I wore, where I shopped, what I ate, and the boots that went with it all.

When I emerged from our bedroom in this outfit Kendrick took one look at me and said "You look like a Black Crowe."

I'll take that as a compliment.

It's comprised of four pieces - jeans, boots, tunic, hat - that I wear so often that it's getting a little weird (that tunic, incidentally, is a maternity top that I swore up and down I'd keep wearing after the baby, and yep: totally have), and a cardigan that I've owned for three or four years but have never worn because it's just…a lot. I mean, it's big. And fuzzy. And kind of oddly fancy. And not especially appropriate when there is a really excellent chance that someone will vomit on me over the course of any given day.